by hidayat | Nov 26, 2021 | Short Stories
Disclaimer: The following story is in no way intended to mock any person or body shape. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. To say that Kenneth was short would be an understatement. A pony is short. A donkey is on the short side. Even a Great Dane can be...
by hidayat | Nov 20, 2021 | Short Stories
It was the sound that awoke Dustin from his slumber. The noise was barely above a whisper, but it was unfamiliar, one that was not part of the usual night sounds of the darkened flat. It was not the soft hiss of the refrigerator running through its cycle, nor the loud...
by hidayat | Nov 5, 2021 | Short Stories
Yasmina dragged her exhausted, worn-down body up the three flights of stairs of the tenement building in Manenberg, her knees throbbing painfully with each heavy step. She sighed quietly, grateful that her incessant back pain of three days ago had finally subsided....
by hidayat | Oct 29, 2021 | Short Stories
“Zethu, you must always measure the milk carefully before you give them to the customers,” Lubabalo told me on the morning misfortune scratched at the door flap of our mud house. I was his baby sister, but to me he was my universe. We had lost our parents in the...
by hidayat | Oct 23, 2021 | Short Stories
Idris looked at Brenda irritably. “Why don’t you keep your nose out of other people’s business? It’s like you’re only happy if you can talk kak about others,” he stated. Brenda’s face instantly purpled and turned splotchy in rage. She was a large woman in every way:...